One of you beautiful creatures sent a big ole' box just chock-full of
healthy, diabetic-friendly, food! Holy Mackerel, what can I say?!

What needs to be said? A grateful and heart-filled, 'Thank you', is what.

If only it weren't so disturbing that this sort of measure needed to be
implemented. And, it now appears certain, for nothing. Wisconsin Democrats
have decided to do NOTHING in regards to my plight out here; nothing in
the way of punishment for the criminal actions undertaken by Miron and two
insurance company representatives; nothing to dismantle Miron's skillfully
constructed apparatus out here that insures no attorney representing me
could possibly beat him on his home 'turf'. Elected officials in his
hip-pocket is a formidable obstacle to overcome, you know. Having a son
who is a prominent circuit-court judge helps his cause quite a bit, too.

Only vaguely recall the last time I actually went out to a 'real'
supermarket and picked out my own food. Last time I went to a Laundromat
to wash my clothes, the dryers didn't work. That was over two years ago, I
believe. My prison-trailer and I absolutely *reek*. I sometimes look like
someone whose been stranded on a remote, deserted island in the middle of
the ocean. I am in need of some serious medical attention. And all I'm
told is that the Democrats can't help me; that they're utterly *helpless*
to do anything. Funny, certain members of Congress sure as heck had no
problem intervening on one Ms. Terri Shiavo's behalf, now didn't they?
What am I to think, then, when *I'm* told, 'Sorry, no can help poor,
clearly victimized you'?

Anyway, what a grand gesture was shown me. Makes me proud as all get-out
to be an atheist, I'll tell ya.

Greywolf